Me For Me Blog Archive on May 21, 2009, 8:00

by Ginger, age 11

My Horse is mine,
And she will be ’til the day she dies,
Because when I look in her eyes,
I think she really sees me,
For me,
She doesn’t see the person we continually paste across face,
She doesn’t see the perky personality,
That isn’t really true,
She sees you.

She sees the tracks of tears that run down your face,
She sees your feelings are of inferiority,
Your feelings of disgrace,
She doesn’t see the person you put on in front of everyone,
Even when you feel

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